Plucking Petals

Here is a poem I wrote after taking my IB Bio HL test which incidentally has a lot of plants on it, hence the highly technical terms.

I sit in my backyard,

Alone on the dead grass

Plucking petals off a dandelion.

He loves me, I love him not

 

The weeds surround my entire body,

Nearly enveloping me with their tendrils,

Creeping closer and closer with every breath.

He loves me, I love him not

 

The brown grass crunches under my titanic weight,

Not turgid anymore with the fluids filling it’s cellulose,

But now flaccid, limply laying down its chloroplasts to die.

He loves me, I love him not

 

The petals of the yellow flower have dissipated and are now off with the breezes,

Swimming across the air, floating in the nearby streams, anywhere but here,

And I sigh deeply sitting in my backyard with a naked flower in my palms

He loves me,

I love

Him

Not

Author's Note

Here, I attempted to use the visual qualities of a poem to add to the meaning. Do you think that this effect worked?

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[MoriartyMesa]

And you call me an artist? My dear fellow, the emotion and visual thought put into this work, this is art. This is art of the word, tongue, lip and soul